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Island Fever 2: Eternity
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 07: "Hexad"
-*- Tuesday, December 10, 2013 -*-
"Jeremy is the most complex man in the world," Kristanna
said to Pamela, hugging me from the side, as the three of us
were aboard my personal boat and cruising toward Peru's
capital city of Lima on this bright, yet blustery morning.
"You may perceive Jeremy one way and have ample reason to,
but then it turns out he is actually the complete opposite.
It took me a long time to figure his ways out. A long time."
"What do you mean?" Pamela wondered.
Kristanna laughed. "Several months ago, you know, Jeremy
brings an entire group of bi-sexual women with him to his
mysterious and secluded island in the South Pacific, and
makes certain he is the only man in sight. You would think
with the money he was offering, Jeremy is some billionaire
pervert who would have expected a LOT more from you and the
other girls." Kristanna paused for a moment, her eyes still
trained upon Pamela. "Yet Jeremy treated everyone on the
island with 100 percent respect and dignity. He wanted to
be your friend and someone you could trust and abide in
before anything else. It was far more important to Jeremy
that everyone accepts and likes him beyond anything else."
"Jeremy told you and the others to go at your own pace,"
Kristanna recalled. "He made it clear there were no set
rules or activities you had to be part of. You were not
being forced or coerced into anything your will. He said
the summer - and what you chose to do with it - was yours
to enjoy. You could do whatever you wanted on his island."
Kristanna shrugged her shoulders. "Another man, same
situation? All alone with six gorgeous bi-sexual women on a
tropical island some 130 miles away from the mainland?
Promising each of them a bare minimum of $100,000 in American
currency? Another man would of had you and the other girls
stripped naked by dinner-time, Pamela, and probably involved
in a wild orgy that very first night. He would take you to
his bedroom - one at a time or even in twos or threes - and
have his way with you, with little to no regard for your
emotions or physical safety."
Pamela made a face. "I would not have liked that."
"As I said," Kristanna chirped, "Jeremy is complex. You
could easily envision this happening with a man who spends
all that money to bring six bi-sexual women with him to a
secluded island in the middle of the ocean. It would be so
easy to imagine an endless array of sex where your will is
bent and you are forced to do things that you don't want to,
yet you have no choice because of that pay-out at the end."
"Not with Jeremy, though. Instead of all that, Jeremy
goes out of his way to make you feel 100 percent comfortable
and at ease. You and your feelings, your well-being, are of
far greater importance to him than anything he could possibly
derive or gain from you - be it sexual or otherwise."
"And that extends to our marriage, and the relationships
Jeremy now has with Devvy, Trish, Lindsay and Amy," Kristanna
advised Pamela. "Jeremy does whatever it takes to make us
happy. He is always putting us first. He creates time for
all of us; he makes us feel so very special and cherished."
"I feel more loved and taken care of by Jeremy than I have
by any other man at any point in my life, despite the fact
that he has four other women to tend to and make happy on a
daily basis," my wife added. "I do not feel his loyalties
are split, or divided up into sections. Jeremy does a
wonderful job making sure that no one feels left out."
"Of course, there are some sacrifices on my part. I'm not
going to lie to you and say there aren't. But there are no
issues or problems whatsoever. This is the type of life we
have chosen to live."
Kristanna patted my shoulder with her right hand and
added, "Jeremy is so busy loving and trying to make sure all
of us are taken care of and happy, he oftentimes is oblivious
to just how strongly each and every one of us feels about
him." Kristanna giggled and caressed my neck with that same
hand, now saying, "That is one reason why we constantly tell
Jeremy how much we love him. We like to remind him."
I raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "Are you claiming
that I am insecure?"
"Insecure isn't the right word," Kristanna told me. "I
just think that you're still getting used to actually having
people around you who love and care for you on a daily basis.
Remember, you spent 16 years on the island all by yourself.
You had VERY minimal contact from the outside world, Jeremy.
The other girls have only been in your life for six months.
I think you need to get more used to having them around - and
further removed from those 16 years of solitude - and things
will only continue to improve."
"You are light years different than how I remember you
from just five or six months ago," Pamela observed.
"Oh?" I countered. "How so? Hopefully not in a bad way?"
"Not at all," Pamela answered. "You just seem much more
confidant and assured of yourself, Jeremy. I see the way
you have dealt with and spoken to the other girls since I
came back to the island last week. You are still the same
super sweet guy that I fell in love with, but you are much
more take-charge than I ever remember you being. I suppose
being the only man amongst five women who love and care for
you unconditionally can do that to a person."
"I'd like to make it six."
"SEE?" Pamela exclaimed, giggling. "You would have never
said that to me earlier in the year, Jeremy. You may have
thought it, but you would have been too apprehensive to
actually say it. You are becoming much more comfortable
around others, and thus, your true nature is coming out."
"I would like for Jeremy to have six women as well,"
Kristanna murmured, now grasping Pamela's right wrist and
squeezing it lovingly. Pamela gulped her throat in response
as Kristanna continued, "That is our only goal right now,
honey. We want you to commit to us. Give us the opportunity
to make you happy... let us make all your dreams come true."
Pamela broke free of my wife's clutches, then turned and
took a few steps away from us here in the main bridge of the
boat with a distressed look upon her face. This seemed to
agitate Kristanna somewhat, but she refused to let it show
with her words - or the ongoing _sales pitch_ to Pamela.
"Jeremy is the type of guy who, if he lived in Baltimore,
he would go to your strip club just to talk to you," Kristanna
mused. "He would pay you, too. Say he is a normal guy with
a normal job. I could see him giving you $100 or $150 each
time he saw you. And all he would want is to talk."
"I have no doubt about that," Pamela surmised. "All he
has ever really wanted to do with me is talk."
"You would be a stripper," Kristanna said to Pamela, "but
Jeremy would not want you to strip. He would be much more
interested in you as a person that he would pay you simply
to talk to him. He would not even look at you, or think of
you, as a stripper. Jeremy is not that type of guy. But he
would still compelled to pay you. Once he got to know you,
though, he would never want you to dance for him."
"I know!" Pamela reiterated, chuckling. "I gave Jeremy
two lap dances this past summer, then all of a sudden he told
me one day that he never wanted me to dance for him again -
even though I know it aroused him beyond belief both times."
"I don't like seeing you in that light, Pamela," I told
her. "I don't like you parading yourself about like that.
You're so much better than a stripper. So much better."
"I'm not a stripper anymore. But, I would still like to
dance again one day for you, Jeremy. I would dance for you
not because you are a customer and you are paying me money,
but rather because I love you. There's a big difference."
"And that is why I say Jeremy is such a unique, complex
man," Kristanna nodded. "He is the type of man who has no
problem going to a strip club, yet he would be far more
interested in talking to all of the girls and learning about
them as people than he would actually getting lap dances from
them. Jeremy will bring a group of bi-sexual women to his
island - like he did earlier this year - and do everything he
can to make it seem like a sex resort beforehand. Yet when
the time actually comes, it is anything but."
There was still an hour or so left before the three of us
reached landfall and the Port of Callao in downtown Lima.
Kristanna and Pamela each had a doctor appointment later
today; Kristanna had her first prenatal examination at my
personal physician, and Pamela was getting a follow-up to
her heart scare from last week at a local hospital. I had
all of her necessary test results and paperwork with me.
Since Kristanna and I were basically spending the entire
day with Pamela - including a grand total of eight hours on
the boat (it was a four hour trip both to and from Lima by
water) - our primary goal was for her to have finally made a
commitment to us and our way of life by the time we returned
to the island sometime later tonight.
"What do you think of the island and everything you have
witnessed since returning?" Kristanna asked Pamela, perhaps
wanting to change the subject and get more to the point. "It
is very difficult to figure out what you are thinking or
feeling at certain times," my wife added. "I cannot really
tell what your thoughts are, Pamela. Nor can I gauge them.
You are... very mysterious, in your own right."
"I'm doing my absolute best to give this crazy life that
the two of you lead a chance," she responded. "It's hard,
though. I have just always thought that a relationship or
marriage should be where two people - and only two people -
totally devote themselves to each other."
"No one will ever love you as much as Jeremy," Kristanna
told her, rather bluntly. "No one will ever work as hard and
do whatever it takes to make you happy than will Jeremy. I
just want you to realize that, Pamela, and factor it into
your decision. There will be no second chances or coming
back and changing your mind this time should you turn this
down. Also realize that the five of us - myself, Devvy,
Trish, Lindsay and Amy - will do whatever we can to make the
transition for you into our way of life as seamless and as
easy as humanly possible. You may not have the type of
relationship that you find ideal - a monogamous, one-on-one
marriage - but I can guarantee you that what we offer is more
rewarding - and MUCH more fulfilling - than any relationship
you'll find elsewhere. I promise you that."
"I do realize all of that," Pamela assured her. "All of
the things you just said are the only reason why I agreed to
come back to the island in the first place and, even more
importantly, why I am still here. I realize it full well..."
"Ask any of the other girls," Kristanna suggested. "All
of them are incredibly happy. They have no complaints with
our life and how it is going. There is no jealousy or
resentment. We do not even know what those words mean."
"Each and every single one of the girls tells me that they
are much happier now than they ever have been before," Pamela
admitted. "I was talking about it with Amy really early this
morning before we left. She told me that I needed to stay."
"Then what is the hold up?" Kristanna insisted. "What is
stopping you from throwing everything down and agreeing to
stay with us? I just don't quite understand."
"Krissy..." I said, extending my hand, wanting her to
back off just a bit. I did not want Pamela to feel as if
she was pressured into any decision - even if it was the one
Kristanna and I wanted. Pamela needed to do this on her own
time and, even more importantly, at her own speed.
"No," Kristanna shot back, defiant. "I do not understand.
You and Amy were room-mates and the best of friends during
the summer, Pamela, and you went to bed with her nearly every
night. Trish and Lindsay spent all last evening trying to
convince you that you need to stay and build a life with us.
By all accounts, you had an awesome time with them both.
Little Lindsay is especially adamant about wanting you to
stay, and you and Trish have been good friends from the very
outset. You already know what _I_ want. There is so much
love and happiness waiting for you with us if you just accept
it. I simply do not understand what your hesitation is. Is
there something that you're not telling us?"
"KRISSY!" I snapped, angry at her. How often did I raise
my voice at my precious bride, even if it was just a tiny bit?
"Let Pamela make her own decision. DO NOT pressure her!"
Kristanna glared at me for a moment, then took a long,
deep breath, and re-focused upon Pamela. "We're not tying
you down and saying that you can never leave us if you
decide six months or a year from now, or three years from
now, that our lifestyle is ultimately not for you. Like any
relationship, you are free to leave at any time, Pamela. No
one will tie you down, or forever hold you to us."
"Jeremy and I both realize that there may come a day when
Trish and Lindsay leave us. We do not like to think about
that, but it is a possibility. Or Devvy may leave. Amy may
leave. No one can envision any of that happening... but
anything is truly possible. That's how life is. None of
them are tied down or bound to us. Neither would you be."
"This is a secret, Pamela, but this is why I am taking the
marriage thing slow," I told her. "I don't want to jump into
marriage with all four of the girls at once. If I marry any
of them, or even all of them, I want to be 100 percent
certain that it is going to be a life-long commitment. The
only one I truly feel that way about right now is Krissy."
"And we're married," Kristanna beamed, extending her right
hand and showcasing her dazzling bridal ring for Pamela.
"Do not get me wrong," I said, wanting to clarify my
remarks. "I myself, am ready to marry each and every single
one of them. I feel that strongly about each of the girls.
I just need to be certain that their feelings for me are the
same. They claim they are, and each of them may truly and
positively believe that in their hearts, but I need to know
it myself. I do not take the idea of marriage lightly."
"Amy often wonders why you and her are not married yet,
or at least have some sort of pending plans for it."
"Amy and I are close," I informed Kristanna. "Very close.
It may become official a lot sooner than you think."
"Well..." Pamela breathed, getting a word in for the first
time in a few moments. She paused and appeared totally lost
in thought briefly, but then nodded her head and offered a
relieved smile. "You and Krissy never have to worry about
the possibility of me leaving, Jeremy. I want to spend the
rest of my life with you, and be a part of the family."
Kristanna brought both hands to her mouth and sighed in
utter joy as I did a double-take because of those words.
Did Pamela just say what I think she said? Not only was
that quick and sudden, but it was completely out of the blue!
"There is no hold up now that I got past my own stubborn
nature," Pamela told us, her body trembling with raw emotion,
as she was on the verge of breaking down and crying. She
latched onto Kristanna's wrists with both hands and pulled
her close. "I... I would be honored if you allowed me into
your marriage and home, Krissy, and let me be a part of it."
"You know I will!"
Both ladies began sobbing as they embraced each other in
unison. "Thank y-you for th-the second ch-chance, Krissy!"
Pamela gushed at her. "Thank you for everything you have
done to make this happen for me! You... you keep going on
about how tr-truly special and unique of a p-p-person Jeremy
is. There is NO ONE like you! NO ONE! I have come across
many women in my lifetime, but I have never met one as kind
and as compassionate, and as forgiving, as you..."
Pamela broke free of Kristanna, only to then focus upon
me and laugh in pure happiness. Pamela kissed me directly on
the forehead and boldly proclaimed, "Kristanna will one day
be my wife." A kiss on my eyebrow. "Amy will be my wife."
Chin. "Lindsay will be my wife." Cheek. "Trish will be my
wife." Nose. "Devon will be my wife." Finally, my mouth.
"Yes, Jeremy... YES! I accept your offer! I will stay with
you forever, and one day _I_ will be YOUR wife!"
"Oh God, sweetheart," I moaned in response, almost ready
to lose it myself. I had wanted a commitment from Pamela
for such a long time, but never thought that I would actually
get one. My entire body; my soul, was buzzing with heated
sensations. I had dreamed of this exact scenario happening
for so long. Now that it was a reality, I could not believe
it. I suddenly felt overwhelmed! Absolutely overwhelmed!
Tears of joy formed within Pamela's eyes as she added, "It
would be foolish of me not to stay! I... we'll make it work.
We will. All I know is that I love you, Jeremy, and I want to
be with you! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!"
Still laughing and sobbing simultaneously, Pamela glanced
at Kristanna's stomach for an instant and then pressed her
forehead upon mine and looked me straight in the eyes. "I
want you to get me pregnant too, Jeremy! Krissy's child is
going to need a little brother or sister, you know!"
And with that, I did lose it.
* * *
The rest of the voyage to Lima was an absolute blur to me.
My mind was in such a haze - an absolute state of euphoria -
because Kristanna and I had some way, some how, _finally_
reeled Pamela back into the proverbial nest. All six of my
precious little chicks were now home, so to speak, and under
my watch, and I was never going to let anything - or anyone -
change that. My life could not get any better than this!
I honestly do not remember much about Kristanna's visit
to Dr. Larrauri other than sitting in the waiting room with
Pamela and holding her hand. The female receptionist, who
knew full well that Kristanna was my wife, seemed to be dazed
and confused in her own right as Pamela and I cooed and
cavorted together in the lobby like two long-lost lovers.
I was naturally a very modest and reserved type - and
would have usually kept my affection for Pamela under wraps
in such a public location. Right now, however, I simply did
not care. I was too happy and too elated to care.
But thanks to the greatest and most understanding spouse
in the entire universe, Kristanna tells me (for the sake of
this story) that she saw the doctor for a good 90 minutes.
Dr. Larrauri wanted to know about her health history and
what medications and vitamins she was currently taking, and
why. He was also curious as to any serious illnesses that
were present in her family; he already knew that various
types of cancer ran in mine.
Kristanna says that the doctor was extremely thorough and
considerate with her. He answered all of her questions and
spoke to her about any anxieties and worries she had
concerning how her life was going to be forever changed from
this point forward. Dr. Larrauri also gave Kristanna a full
examination and drew blood for a wide array of tests.
In addition, he determined that Kristanna was five weeks
pregnant, and that our child's due date was July 27, 2014.
Just as Devon predicted yesterday, Kristanna did not get
to actually see our baby. Dr. Larrauri said he did not do
ultrasounds until the mother was at least eight weeks along
in her pregnancy. He explained to Kristanna that right now,
there was simply not much to see.
I actually do recall talking with the physician after
Kristanna's appointment was complete. I explained to him
that we were leaving to go to the United States and Canada
for our round of Christmas visits in just three days, and
eventually back to our home in Norway. I told Dr. Larrauri,
who I had been a patient of for 16 years, that with my wife
now being pregnant, I honestly did not know when we would
be back in this part of the world.
Thus, I explained to him, it was vitally important that
we get all of her test results back as quickly as possible.
I did not want to be visiting family later this week in Ohio,
only to get a telephone call from Peru saying that there was
a complication or anomaly with Kristanna's pregnancy because
of the results of one of her blood tests.
Thus, I asked (i.e. pleaded) with the doctor to see to it
that all of Kristanna's lab work was properly processed and
completed within the next 24 hours instead of the usual 72+
hour time period. I even offered him extra money to do so,
but he turned it down. Dr. Larrauri said that because I was
one of his longest tenured patients, he would have those
results back by noon tomorrow as a personal favor to me.
From there, it was off to the cardiac care unit at one of
Lima's most renowned hospitals, _Clinca Stella Maris_, for
Pamela's 3:00pm appointment. This was a little more tricky
and time-consuming than Kristanna's prenatal visit; the
physician (Dr. Ruibal) and her staff had to first review all
of Pamela's hospital charts and paperwork from her health
scare last week. They even made several telephone calls to
_Johns Hopkins Hospital_ in Baltimore to discuss a few of the
findings on her records, and get some questions answered.
_Clinca Stella Maris_ then did some tests of their own -
basically confirming Pamela's initial diagnosis of _stable
angina_ and her high blood pressure level which caused it.
There was already a noticeable change in her blood pressure
compared to the readings from last week, they told us.
It had dropped considerably lower from where it was, but
still had a ways to go. Pamela had to continue taking her
medication on a daily basis to eventually get her blood
pressure readings to a much more healthy and stable level.
They followed up with a thallium stress test - a nuclear
imaging screen that shows how well blood flows into the heart
during both exercise and rest. The nuclear material was
administered to Pamela intravenously (an IV) and basically
_lit up_ her heart so a special camera could take pictures
and project them onto a computer screen for diagnosis.
They first analyzed the images with Pamela lying down and
relaxing, but then had her get onto an exercise bicycle and
work up a sweat. This allowed Dr. Ruibal and her staff to
view images of her heart in both a rested and elevated state.
Nearly six hours after our arrival to the hospital at
8:49pm (the previously mentioned test took three hours by
itself), the doctor informed us that she found nothing wrong
with Pamela's heart and the amount of blood that was being
pumped through it either while resting or during physical
exertion. She again stressed how important it was for Pamela
to continue to take her blood pressure medication, and then
suggested that she see a cardiologist on a semi-regular
basis to keep a watchful eye on her heart and its condition
to help prevent another unexpected attack of _stable angina_.
The positive news from the hospital only made better what
had already been a wonderful day for me. Actually, the past
week had been quite amazing. Not only had I reunited with
Pamela and helped convince her to forever stay with us, but I
also learned that my beautiful wife, Kristanna, was pregnant.
She got a clean bill of health from the doctor as well
(pending her test results, which we would learn tomorrow).
Kristanna and Pamela (as well as myself) were quite hungry
by this point, so we stopped at _Kentucky Fried Chicken_ and
its drive-thru window in downtown Lima for some good,
old-fashioned crispy American cuisine. I used to work at
_KFC_ many, MANY eons ago while still attending high school,
so this was a little trip down memory lane for me.
By 10:00pm, the three of us were back on the big boat and
sailing toward our hidden island retreat out at sea. With
yet another four hour cruise ahead of us, it was going to be
a very long and tiring night.
* * *
There was a steady downpour of rain (but fortunately no
wind) as I steered the vessel through the waters of the
Pacific. With Kristanna and Pamela fast asleep off to my
side some three hours into our voyage, I had been given a lot
of time to really assess everything and let it all sink in.
When I texted Lindsay earlier to let her know that Pamela
had been medically cleared to return to normal, daily
activities, my tablet literally exploded within a mere two
minutes - as I received message after message from all of
the ladies back on the island. Lindsay was over-joyed that
Pamela was given a clean slate of health.
"Awesome!" Trish texted me. "Now get back home so all of
us can be together!" Amy asked me to tell Pamela that she
loved her, and could not wait to see her and offer her a hug.
"Tell Pamela I said congrats," was the message from Devon's
cellular device, "and that I look forward to building a
friendship and hopefully something much more with her."
Of course, these texts came on the heels of the all-out
barrage my tablet received even earlier - when I informed
Lindsay (she was my contact) that Pamela had finally accepted
our offer and was going to stay with us. The rapid stream of
one-liners, all of them brimming with elation and happiness,
was ample proof (at least in my eyes) of how truly close-knit
and committed our little group was to each other.
The next two weeks promised to be quite a whirlwind for
me as we soon began the _tour de force_ of Christmas visits
starting this coming Friday in Cincinnati. Not only did I
have a celebration and gift exchange planned with my own
family (with Kristanna included, of course), but I had two
other parties to attend as well - one with Lindsay and her
family, and another with Amy and her parents.
Somewhere within that seven day period in Ohio, I also had
to fit in time for Pamela and her sister, Candice, who would
be flying in from Baltimore for a holiday visit of her own.
I promised Pamela that I would take her and Candice to the
finest restaurant that Cincinnati had to offer. Now, Pamela
insisted, she wanted Kristanna to come along with us, too.
After those seven days were up, we would be off to Toronto
to pay a 48 hour visit to Trish's family. Then, on December
23, our group would depart for Norway and arrive there the
next day - on Christmas Eve - and promptly return to our true
home, the farm. Kristanna's parents were planning a massive
celebration on Christmas Day not only due to the holiday
itself, but because they had a new grandchild on the way.
I smiled inwardly, remembering that the huge, sprawling
mansion I was having built on the opposite side of the 300
acre farm from Kristanna's family home was scheduled to be
completed by August 2014. With our child - who Pamela had
already christened as _Baby KrisJer_ - due on July 27, 2014,
what better house-warming gift could we receive for our new
home? Indeed, everything in my life was fabulous now.
"When did you ever think you would see that?" I said out
loud, albeit in a low tone, as I glanced over to my right.
Kristanna and Pamela were huddled close in the corner with a
pair of blankets strewn about, both of them enjoying a
peaceful and relaxing sleep.
Pamela was seated against the wall, her legs outstretched
across the floor, with one arm around Kristanna as my wife
lounged halfway down and against her torso.
Pamela's opposite hand, believe it or not, was nestled
upon Kristanna's stomach. Before they fell asleep, Pamela
had been rubbing and caressing Kristanna's abdomen much the
same way I did when I first learned that she was pregnant.
I had the feeling that these two ladies were going to become
incredibly close in a very short period of time.
Not wanting them to possibly become cold and wake up
because of it, I tossed one of the blankets over the front of
Pamela, then snuggled the other up to Kristanna's neck. I
took a step back and admired the mesmerizing sight before me,
then started laughing to myself.
"You lucky bastard," was all I could say to myself...
<<<- End of Chapter 07 ->>>
PLEASE NOTE: Only two more chapters to go before the story and
the series itself comes to an end!
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